You know how ghosts are imaginary friends, right? Well...those are all I have, but the worst part is I only had 2. Yes I said had...Anthony ate Bobby. Killed him. Gone.
Now Anthony watches me from the closet as I sleep. He is a great friend, for example, he pushed a bully of mine onto a knife at her birthday party...I wasn't invited. Anthony said it was the best and last gift she had ever received. She was in her room when it happened.
Strange though, on the news they said all of her organs except for her heart were gone...later on I asked Anthony if he knew what happened to her organs. "They must have grown legs and walked away..." He said as a smile crossed his face. I giggled because I thought it was funny...but later that night, I woke to a pain in my chest. When I opened my eyes, Anthony was laying beside me.
...Covered in blood...
The last thing I remember was looking down to a hole in my chest and Anthony kissing me goodbye.
